Past Memory - Emma's Story

Turning quickly I departed as fast as I could, with the sound of clicking heels and a rustle of silk around my legs, not daring to look back however much they called out.

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Transgender Fiction

Chapter One. The beginning.

The front door opened, in response to my mother's insistent bell ringing, and she greeted her friend saying 'Hello Mary. I'm so sorry to trouble you but this young lady was lost and late for her date with Brian, so I brought her around.' 'Thanks Jo' a puzzled Mary replied, whilst looking me up and down, 'Brian's having his tea at the moment but who shall I say wants him?' 'Emma' I quietly responded.

Mary departed to return shortly with Brian, at which stage my nerve broke! Turning quickly I departed as fast as I could, with the sound of clicking heels and a rustle of silk around my legs, not daring to look back however much they called out. I needed to get home but couldn't run without attracting even more attention; besides, high heels and a tight skirt are not ideal for running in!

'So what?' you might say. Well at fourteen I was dressed as a woman for the first time, and out tripping around the village to see my best friend who certainly had no a date with me! I'll explain how this all occurred.

As the eldest son in the family I would join in make believe games that my sister and brothers played to while away the hours. One game we called 'happy families', which entailed wearing clothing (over our underwear), retrieved from the wardrobe mum used to store clothes awaiting repair or cascading to a growing generation. This particular evening my sister and I dressed as 'mother and son', she in my old school uniform whilst I wore one of mum's old dresses and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Parading as usual for parental reaction and the customary howls of laughter, the sight produced a twinkle to mum's eyes.

Later, when alone with mum talking about the earlier fun, she suggested I surprised my best friend Brian by playing a similar joke on him. Whilst not sure what she had in mind, I agreed not realising that she was quite serious.

'Good' she said 'but we need suitable fitting clothes if we are to do this properly. I'll see what I can find and then come up to my room when I call you'.

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